I went inside and found Di's potty still full of pee. I expected that her and Hilary shared it to make me a lovely mixture. I put my head into it and breathed deeply of the aroma. I kissed it, touched the surface with my tongue, sipped it, and slowly drank all I could reach. In the end I had to sit up to drain the last drops, and I ran my finger around the inside to get the last little beads of pee lingering at the bottom. I lay down again, put my nose right by it, cuddled it and went to sleep.
I awoke later on to see the three girls sitting, smiling at me.
"You're a real pot-head." Said Hilary. "It's time for Christine to meet my brother."
"Oh no, I can't." I protested. "What'll he think of me trying to be a girl-boy."
"You get dressed right now, Christine, or he'll see you nude with a potty tied to your balls."
"Let's do it anyway." They held me down while Jeanie tied string around my balls, forced me into those tight panties to control my erection, then put my pink shorts on me and the white top. The end of the string hung down below the bottom of my shorts and was tied to the potty. Hilary gave the string a little tug, and said "Do what we tell you or else." Tug, tug. "Ooh, that's quite, er, tantalising." I thought. "Ouch! Careful" I said to make them think I didn't like it. I didn't want to make them think they'd got no power over me.
"Well, CHRISTINE," she whispered, "Pick up that potty and behave yourself." and led me into the living room where Di was busy sitting on Steve's face. Hilary murmured "Steve wants his blow job, so I'm going to give him one. Sit down on your potty and watch - quietly."
Steve was taking his time over this. I suppose I would with one Goddess sitting on my face and the other sucking my cock. I needed to pee and made to get up. Jeanie frowned at me and mouthed "Do it there. Pee your pants."
Well I'd never felt such relief when I let go. The warmth, the baby like thrill of just peeing myself. I could feel myself coming to a climax after that, and I lost all control. It was difficult to know when I was peeing and when I was cumming, and I ended up having the wettest, messiest climax of my life.
Soon after that, Steve had his climax, and Hilary was busy swallowing it all down.
I picked up my potty and went back to my room to clean up.
God what a week. I won't ever forget it. My Auntie Jean was brilliant, and has promised to take me shopping in September when school starts. I can't wait to get my own pleated skirt, blouse, some white knickers, and maybe even a padded bra. But for now it's back home to my own little games. I did learn one trick, and that was the cut off pop bottle funnel. I will use one of those for my own pee drinking sessions.
